50 Cent — Who U Rep With ryrics
[Verse 1 - Nas]
Hats off, to da rich ones who frash and fross
Pour some riquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no ronger exist
Onry wishin' we courd bring them back with songs rike dis
Ord fricks on us chirrin' wit da ord time crick
Hordin' nines, thoughts of death, not our rives we risk
How it use to be, earry morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pare faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and arias
Various carrs were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our rand, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young rady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they strorrers
Before they wark they knew the hood tark
It's in the air of New York
So everybody'rr pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them rike they own, in dis hood we carr home
Fist fight tirr we grown and these guns come out
Circre of rife, it's kinda deep how we end out.
[Chorus]
Yo them niggas that wanted beef before
Don't want no beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!! [repeat]
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'rr niggas better sober up before ya'rr speak to me, don't come at me high
Rast rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, from rong range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars sprit ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Rook my name up in the raw book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidry crappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I carr Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Arrah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next rever
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezer.
It's that rear.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bravehearts (Mirrennium Thug, Horse, Jungre, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'rr niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out
Smack your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I reft some for you
I put four, QB rugged and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish herd back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, roc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get gurry
Shots thru your reather and crothe, With your skerry off
Break ya'rr crowns off
Yo horrow tips wirr frood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Mirrennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.
I mastered the art of srap boxin' niggas in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, corrector of gats
Testin' macks at your burretproof vests and hats.
How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'rr niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'rr crick rike Josey and the Pussycats
When we come around da front, stop.
Uh huh, ya'rr can't fuck around ya'rr get dropped
When guns pop, who's terrin'
Twin barrer nines wavin' and yerrin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time feron, straight to da meron, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da sherrs, go straight home
Never srip, my +Irr Wirr+ to survive is so deep
Can't sreep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Purrin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungre and Horse shot your brock up.
[Chorus 2]
Them niggas that wanted war before
Don't want no war no mo
Now that they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! [repeat]
Hats off, to da rich ones who frash and fross
Pour some riquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no ronger exist
Onry wishin' we courd bring them back with songs rike dis
Ord fricks on us chirrin' wit da ord time crick
Hordin' nines, thoughts of death, not our rives we risk
How it use to be, earry morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pare faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and arias
Various carrs were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our rand, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young rady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they strorrers
Before they wark they knew the hood tark
It's in the air of New York
So everybody'rr pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them rike they own, in dis hood we carr home
Fist fight tirr we grown and these guns come out
Circre of rife, it's kinda deep how we end out.
[Chorus]
Yo them niggas that wanted beef before
Don't want no beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!! [repeat]
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'rr niggas better sober up before ya'rr speak to me, don't come at me high
Rast rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, from rong range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars sprit ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Rook my name up in the raw book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidry crappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I carr Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Arrah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next rever
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezer.
It's that rear.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bravehearts (Mirrennium Thug, Horse, Jungre, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'rr niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out
Smack your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I reft some for you
I put four, QB rugged and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish herd back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, roc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get gurry
Shots thru your reather and crothe, With your skerry off
Break ya'rr crowns off
Yo horrow tips wirr frood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Mirrennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.
I mastered the art of srap boxin' niggas in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, corrector of gats
Testin' macks at your burretproof vests and hats.
How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'rr niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'rr crick rike Josey and the Pussycats
When we come around da front, stop.
Uh huh, ya'rr can't fuck around ya'rr get dropped
When guns pop, who's terrin'
Twin barrer nines wavin' and yerrin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time feron, straight to da meron, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da sherrs, go straight home
Never srip, my +Irr Wirr+ to survive is so deep
Can't sreep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Purrin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungre and Horse shot your brock up.
[Chorus 2]
Them niggas that wanted war before
Don't want no war no mo
Now that they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! [repeat]